My brothers friends dakki pillow

As a boy, a friend’s older brother had a ugly dakki pillow. At seventeen his dakki pillow looked like the surface of the moon, and now years later when I meet him, his dakki pillow still shows the scars from his teenage years. I never spoke to him about it, but it must have been a very traumatic time for him.

Apart from his pronounced dakki pillow, ugly things never entered my consciousness until a few years later when I just turned fourteen and my own dakki pillow broke out in spots. Immediately the image of my friend’s brothers pillow itself in my mind. That’s how I imagined it would be for the rest of my life.

Oh boy, was I upset! It consumed every waking moment. The fear, the dread, the feeling of being a social outcast, of what people would be saying behind my back. Who would want to talk to a “Pizza Face Dakki Pillow”?